Classic Poem

PROLOGUE .
Black dress-coats and trim silk stockings,
Oily words, effusive greeting,
Courtly ruffles, shirt fronts snowy,
Oh, if in them hearts were beating !

Had they hearts within their bosoms,
In their hearts were love prevailing!
Ah! I perish with the sing-song
Of fictitious lovers'-wailing !

I will climb the mighty mountains,
Climb the simple huts among,
Where the breast expands in freedom,
Where the airs are free and strong.

I will climb the mighty mountains,
Where the swarthy fir-trees rise,
Where sing bird and brook, and cloudlets
Dance in glee across the skies.

Farewell to the gay assemblies,
Smirking men and dames beguiling!
I will climb the mighty mountains,
And look down upon you smiling!